A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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humara bachpan

Wo bachapan achha tha

Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the

Ye college ki eng

Special True Friend

It has meant so much

Having you as a friend.

You will always be a part of me

How Much I Love You

Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras

ab dost bahut yaad ate hai

मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्à¤

Greed.....

When we were born with no possession.

The love received was our concession.

No wo

If I Were To Write A Poem

If I were to write a poem,

It would be a fantastic piece of art,

Many people woul

SUB KHATRE ME

ना मुसलमान खतरे में है, ना हिन्दू खतरà¥

My Dearest Love

I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

When I awake, how real it seems.

You aren't

The Moon...

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

Two Beers...

Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s death; o

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